My Mom passed away in 1998. She would have been 89 today.
I was a pretty bad son, but she loved me and was good to me, even after I let her down.
Kurt Vonnegut liked her, too. He liked her so much he even dedicated Slaughterhouse Five to her. That was the book that made him famous.
As many of you know, my Dad liked to drink. During one particular binge, my Mom was very upset and called Vonnegut, asking him to speak to my dad. They were war buddies who went through a POW camp together, so they were pretty tight. Vonnegut promised he'd call that very night.
And he did.
He was drunk, too.
